A/N: Posting time! Love you all so much and I hope you love this chapter. It was bittersweet to write, because Peggy is such an awesome character to me, but I know that not even she can be immortal. She is immortal in our hearts. #SaveAgentCarter

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, ABC or the Avengers. Just Sera :)


I finished our packing within minutes of our departure the next day. Steve and Bucky went to give Sam and Natasha the run down on training, and I was busy keeping my munchkins from getting too hyped up. Also, the President sent me the date that I was going before the UN, and I still had to gather evidence on Ross. I was digging and hacking, and gathering my defense case as I realized the twins were way too quiet.

As I cleaned up the mess of shampoo, conditioner, body washes, and lotions from the tub, they sat on time-out in their room. I was feeling the pressure to discipline them, but I knew that it was harmless compared to what it could have been. Steve came in to see the mess and said, "Do you need me to talk to them?"

"I think we all should. It's the first time they've acted like this, and if we don't set them straight now, they might think they can do it again. Or something worse."

"Okay, I'll get Bucky."

"No, we need to leave soon. We can talk to them on the flight."

His nod was small, but he made sure to check in on them. They were quiet, knowing how this was the first time Mommy had raised her voice at them, and gave them a no nonsense look as I put them in their separate cribs. I wasn't mad, but with all the stress on me right now, from planning Wanda's bachelorette party, building a case against Ross, and the knowledge that I was going to create a new position at the UN... I was surprised I hadn't already snapped.

Plus, I hadn't cried once since I got back, knowing that Peggy was leaving us in less than a month.

I was trying to divide my time as best as I could, but I was feeling the pressure from everywhere. The President was counting on me, as was my family, to put Ross away. My team was counting on me to represent them at the UN, to stop the Accords from happening. And I was supposed to stay calm through all of it, to ensure that Natasha and Bruce's embryo started growing inside of me.

"No pressure, but don't screw it up," I whispered to myself as I loaded up my laptop, and our electronics into our bags. Bucky came to take the kids first and get them strapped in, while Steve grabbed our bags in one go, and I ran out to check on supplies in the stables. Shaking my head as I loaded myself onto the Quinjet, I realized that I was muttering to myself.

"You okay babe?" Bucky asked, as I sat down and buckled myself into the pilot's seat.

"About as okay as I can be."

"Want to talk about it?" He asked gently.

"I'm just feeling a little stressed, is all. I can handle it." I smiled reassuringly to him.

His skeptical look made me retract my statement by saying, "Sort of."

"Need a co-pilot?" He asked, sitting down and grabbing a headset.

"ARSENAL is my co-pilot," I laughed.

"What can she do that I can't?" He asked, jokingly.

"A lot of things my love," I teased. As Steve gave us the go ahead that everyone was one board, and strapped in, I called in to Cameron, "Command Centre, this is Quinjet 3, requesting clearance for take off, over."

"Quinjet 3, please taxi outside, and stand by for vertical take off, over."

"Roger that." I said, flipping on my instruments and powering up. Moving the Quinjet out to the take off pad, I waited for Cameron's signal.

"Quinjet 3 you are clear for vertical take off. Safe flying."

As I lifted us into the air, I heard the kid's squeals of joy, and laughed. They loved flying. As we reached cruising altitude, I turned on autopilot and our destination.

"ARSENAL, stealth mode."

"Yes Ma'am." She said and I turned to Bucky.

"I have a lot on my plate right now. Hacking my way to information about Ross, being a surrogate for Natasha, and I now have to inform the UN about my newest position in their ranks and that the Accords aren't going to fly."

"So, hand some stuff off." Bucky said, shrugging his shoulders, "Daisy and your Dad would love nothing more than to kick the crap out of him, so let them bring him down. You worry about that baby and explaining your new job to the UN. You're like our handler," He teased.

"I'm your babysitter, is more like it." I chuckled.

"That might be true," Dad joked, as Steve and him moved to talk about something involving the Helicarrier.

"Okay, so what do you need help with? Do you need me to take care of the kids? Be 'Mom' for awhile?"

My bottom lip trembled as I realized what Bucky was offering. An opportunity for me to work. It was the thing I was so worried about when I first found out I was pregnant with the twins.

"You'd put being an Avenger aside to take care of the kids?" I said softly, as if he would take it back.

"You had to. It's my turn. We'll force Steve to take his turn later," He smiled, and I knew he wasn't kidding.

"Pretty soon, they won't need a parent to watch their every move. They are going to be teenagers soon." I sighed.

His eyes drifted back to the kids, who were engrossed in their in-flight movie. Nodding, he looked back at me. He seemed conflicted, and I clued in.

"You're having second thoughts." I stated.

"It would be so nice to just enjoy a couple years with them being this small. And then I remember how much trouble their mother gets in and I realize it might be easier for them to be bigger," He said as I punched his shoulder.

"You know it's true. They are better as growing kids, but I know that they are safer when they are able to learn how to protect themselves, and having them as small kids during such a crazy time… It's not realistic."

"Momma, when are we going to get to Aunt Peggy's?" Elijah asked, as Dad looked up and chuckled.

"Yeah, when are we gonna arrive?" He said, popping a blueberry from the snacks that I packed the kids.

"Eli, sweetie, we will be there by the time you finish your movie. Your fathers and I are still going to talk to you about what you and your sister did this morning. It was very wrong. Dad, I labeled your snacks. Don't touch the kids. They are in the Iron Man snack cups."

"Yeah," Bucky chuckled, "Definitely our babysitter."


"What a surprise!" Peggy said as we entered her bedroom. She was greeted first by Steve and Bucky, with hugs and a kiss on the cheek, and then by Dad, with the same. The kids went next, gladly giving her gentle hugs.

"We wanted to see you, and we know your doctor forbade you from travelling." I said softly, not telling her the real reason. I was avoiding telling her because Steve and Bucky said it would be too cruel, to tell her that she was going to die. We knew that she knew it was in her future, but we wanted her to enjoy her last days with dignity.

"I hear you've got SHIELD up in the public eye again."

"It's helping put out a few fires, but it's easier than working in the shadows." Steve said, shrugging.

"And you, seem different," Peggy said, looking into my eyes. I was taken aback, as I was sure that I had schooled my features to show that nothing was amiss, but she read me like an open book.

"How was your time in an alternate dimension?" She smirked, and I sighed, noticing Steve's guilty face.

"Ridiculous. I missed everyone so much. Meeting everyone's doppelganger but my own was difficult. Especially, since some were not there. Like Tripp, Pietro and Brock, all had died because… well, because I didn't exist there."

"That is interesting. Were your parents not together at all over there?"

"They were, and my mother's doppelganger decided to stay with my Dad despite the work. She was killed in a car accident a year after my grandfather died, pregnant with my doppelganger."

"Fascinating. Well, I would like to hear more of this," She said, as her nurse came in to bring her lunch in.

"We can talk about it tomorrow," I said, skirting around the topic, "The kids just discovered snow the other day."

"Oh how wonderful. I used to love snow. How light and fluffy it was, did you build snowmen?" Peggy asked the kids, and how thankful I was at that moment for my children that talked enough for Peggy to forget the subject.

Well, almost.

"I died over there, didn't I?" Peggy asked, looking at me directly. The kids were in the other room with my Dad, snacking while the adults talked later that evening. I kept my face schooled and she didn't seem to find the deceit she was looking for, so she turned her face to Steve and he caved.

"In three weeks," He sighed.

"It was in the future?" She asked, "What was it like?"

"It was weird. Steve was trying to woo Sharon." I cringed, as did Steve.

"My niece, my god. That's just wrong."

"And they nearly kissed after your funeral,and then actually did before their major fight against the rest of the team." I added, and Steve blushed.

"Actually, I was wondering if you could record something for me. It would really mean a lot to Steve in that dimension, to hear your voice again." I said, taking my phone out.

"Anything in particular you want me to say? Wear protection?"

"No," I chuckled, "Just… what you would say to Steve." I said, turning to my husband and giving him a small smile.

"It is on?" She asked, and I nodded.

"My darling, by now I have passed, and I wanted you to hear a few final words. Your life is more important than mine, so I do not want you wallowing in the past, and mucking up any chance you have at true happiness. I loved you for your sense of right and wrong, for your willingness to stand up to those who were doing wrong, and for your heart, to serve, to protect, to save lives. And I will never be able to repay you for the strength you gave to me, even when we thought you had perished. You were my inspiration, my role model as I raised SHIELD from it's infancy to what I left it as. Though I am sorry to not have caught Hydra growing in the shadows."

"I once told Sharon something I thought would honor your memory. Compromise where you can, but where you can't, don't. Even when the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree and say, "No, you move." But don't stay rooted in the past. Make new memories. Just preferably not with my niece." She chuckled.

"Yes, I knew about that. Not that she knows. But Steve, you deserve everything. You've done so much for the world, and I know they haven't rewarded you, as they should have. But you can have everything you want. A wife, a family, the white picket fence. You just have to be brave enough to go find it, and fight for it."

"I will always love you Steve Rogers. Nothing the world says will ever change that."

She nodded to me and I stopped the recording, saying, "Wow."

"I mean that for you too," She said, looking at my Steve. He raised his eyes to her and nodded.

"Thank you Peg." He whispered.

"I want you all here when I go." She said sternly.

"We'll be here," Bucky said, gently taking her hand. Her nod, meant that the conversation of sad topics was over and we were moving on. I told her about Wanda's wedding and how I was most likely pregnant with Natasha's baby. Her delight in a new baby made me feel guilty it wasn't my own. My Dad was feeling conflicted about seeing me pregnant again, and it not being a grandchild, but everyone was much more open about talking to me about their feelings since we combined the two teams. Peggy was thrilled to hear about SHIELD's new base, and told me a couple secrets about the old one that I'm sure Coulson didn't even know. And as our weekend with Peggy ended, I knew that Steve was feeling less burdened with the knowledge of her imminent passing, and more like himself. Peggy accepted it so easily, almost like she knew she had finished what she was meant to do on this earth.

And I accepted that a chapter in our lives was coming to an end. With both of my kids growing at an accelerated rate and their youngest 'years' behind them, Peggy's passing, Wanda's wedding, our giant Christmas celebration coming up, and my new job about to start, I was feeling a weird peace. I had accepted all these changes, but I had yet to watch them unfold.

It was going to be an interesting year.